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Day 2

Day 2's prompt in Shimelle's Journal Your Christmas is all about the weather: what kind of weather do I have in December? My journaling is all about my annual wish for snow. I start wishing in early December and carry on till, oh, around April. I wish for blizzards, feet of snow, snow days home from school. I get really angry when the weather forecast calls for a nice total of wintry precip and nothing falls from the sky. I spend so much time wishing for snow that I rarely notice what's happening outside when it's NOT snowing. On the other hand, I do pay attention to nearly everything else. So I'm not that hopeless. :) hohoho 

As promised, the ornaments we made yesterday. All were a large glass ball that we filled with whatever caught our fancy. Benjy put about 10 tiny candy canes in his. The mostly empty one is him. :) Camden put some cute tiny foil-wrapped "packages" and a few buttons in his. Curt packed his full of curling ribbon. And I put a handful of Christmas-colored buttons in mine.  Nothing anybody else would buy, but definitely keepers for us. 

And, here's day 2 in my Advent calendar. I just love this thing. Wish I could make more for my friends, but I have no idea where to get the goods anymore. 

Dec. 1

It's official: 

25 

days 

till 

Christmas.

That means it's time for me to start Shimelle's online class to  Journal Your Christmas - my 2nd year doing it. The coolest thing: Because I took Shimelle's online class last year, the rest of her JYC classes are FREE for me!!! How cool is that?
Day 1's prompt was to write a manifesto of my intentions with this project. Here's mine.

Dec. 1 also begins our annual countdown to Christmas. I'm so excited to use the advent calendar we bought last year. (I'll post a picture of it tomorrow.) I've stuffed activities behind the doors so that this year we can DO stuff together instead of BUY stuff. :) Cheap, huh?! And probably more memorable for all of us, too.

So, on Day 1, we made ornaments for the Christmas tree. All four of us. And we had fun. :) Pictures to come; I promise.





This Advent Calendar telling the Christmas story from the book of Luke is my favorite homemade decoration. I made it when we lived in Ohio after spying some ladies making it in my favorite scrapbook store. They were booked full, so I couldn't stay, but the instructor was so kind to direct me to the supplies needed to put this together. I think I probably had more fun making it at home anyway, where I could be in my pjs, surrounded by my Christmas lights and tunes, and near the chatter of the boys. I just love to hold this, feel the Modge-Podged pages, and turn the days over to read the next little bit of the miracle of Christmas. 

We have a purple belt in the house!
Camden nailed his form tonight at testing, earning his purple belt. This puts him a blue belt, brown belt, and red belt away from his black belt. We are so very proud of him. :)

I got this from my friend Kristen today, a forward in an email. It's hysterical, especially if you need to brush up on your Bible history. Enjoy!

Subject: The Bible, in a nutshell
Kids are the most honest.
In case you're a little foggy on your biblical history, let our junior
church students help you with this complete overview of the Bible, compiled
from their essays.
This is one clever rendition of the "Bible in a Nutshell"!

Enjoy!.....laughter is a gift from God!
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In the beginning, which occurred near the start, there was nothing but God,
darkness, and some gas. The Bible says, "The Lord thy God is one," but I
think He must be a lot older than that. Anyway, God said, "Give me a
light!" and someone did. Then God made the world.

He split the Adam and made Eve. Adam and Eve were naked, but they weren't
embarrassed because mirrors hadn't been invented yet. Adam and Eve disobeyed
God by eating one bad apple, so they were driven from the Garden of Eden.
Not sure what they were driven in though, because they didn't have cars.
Adam and Eve had a son, Cain, who hated his brother as long as he was Abel.
Pretty soon all of the early people died off, except for Methuselah, who
lived to be like a million or something.
One of the next important people was Noah, who was a good guy, but one of
his kids was kind of a Ham. Noah built a large boat and put his family and
some animals on it. He asked some other people to join him, but they said
they would have to take a rain check.
After Noah came Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob. Jacob was more famous than his
brother, Esau, because Esau sold Jacob his birthmark in exchange for some
pot roast. Jacob had a son named Joseph who wore a really loud sports coat.
Another important Bible guy is Moses, whose real name was Charlton Heston.
Moses led the Israel Lights out of Egypt and away from the evil Pharaoh
after God sent ten plagues on Pharaoh's people. These plagues included
frogs, mice, lice, bowels, and no cable. God fed the Israel Lights every
day with manicotti.
Then He gave them His Top Ten Commandments. These include don't lie, cheat,
smoke, dance, or covet your neighbor's stuff. Oh, yeah, I just thought of
one more: Humor thy father and thy mother.
One of Moses' best helpers was Joshua who was the first Bible guy to use
spies. Joshua fought the battle of Geritol and the fence fell over on the
town.
After Joshua came David. He got to be king by killing a giant with a
slingshot. He had a son named Solomon who had about 300 wives and 500
porcupines. My teacher says he was wise, but that doesn't sound very wise to
me.
After Solomon there were a bunch of major league prophets. One of these was
Jonah, who was swallowed by a big whale and then barfed up on the shore.
There were also some minor league prophets, but I guess we don't have to
worry about them.
After the Old Testament came the New Testament. Jesus is the star of the New
Testament. He was born in Be t hlehem in a barn. (I wish I had been born in
a barn, too, because my mom is always saying to me, "Close the door! Were
you born in a barn" It would be nice to say, "As a matter of fact, I was.")
During His life, Jesus had many arguments with sinners like the Pharisees
and the Democrats. Jesus also had twelve opossums. The worst one was Judas
Asparagus. Judas was so evil that they named a terrible vegetable after him.
Jesus was a great man. He healed many leopards and even preached to some
Germans on the Mount. But the Democrats and all those guys put Jesus on
trial before Pontius the Pilot. Pilot didn't stick up for Jesus. He just
washed his hands instead.
Anyways, Jesus died for our sins, then came back to life again. He went up
to Heaven but will be back at the end of the Aluminum. His return is
foretold in the book of Revolution.

Halloboo - the Halloween version of a weekend at Idlewild.
We took the kids today for trick-or-treating in Story Book Forest and rides in the amusement park and a train ride through the entire park. This park, by the way, is rated #2 among children's amusement spots in the WORLD. Pretty cool, huh? Mr. Rogers, himself, lived down the road a bit and has an entire corner of the park devoted to his Neighborhood.
The temps dropped about 10 degrees while we were there. By the time we were sitting at the top of the ferris wheel, we were freezing, but happy. Camden's favorite thing today was bumper cars with Curt. Benjy's was a tie between the spider ride and the Tilt-a-Whirl. Mine was definitely the Spider and racing zip lines with Camden when he introduced me to the zip-line workers with a hug and a "This is my mom. We're gonna race!" That hug was priceless. Curt's fave today was the bumper cars and just "hanging with the boys, just, you know, bumper cars, the ferris wheel, which threw me for a loop." That was Curt's first ever ferris wheel ride in his 39 years. ;)

I am blessed.

Joanie sent this to me, and though I usually don't do "forwards", this was just too fun. OK, so I'm cheating by blogging it and not emailing my responses. I know. I'm a cheat. But this is still fun this way. For me anyway.

1. What time did you get up this morning? 6:30 am - and that's late - I usually have to get up at 5:30

2. Diamonds or pearls? pearls

3. What was the last film you saw at the movies? Ratatouille (sp???)

4. What is your favorite TV show? The Office and CSI Miami and Burn Notice and Law & Order SVU

5. What do you usually have for breakfast? coffee and blueberry yogurt with granola

6. What is your middle name? Leighann

7. What food do you dislike? brussel sprouts

8. What is your favorite CD at the moment? The mix I made from iTunes - Counting Crows, Dave Matthews Band, Maroon 5, and way more

9. What kind of car do you drive? Ford Windstar van

10. Favorite sandwich? fried balogna on white bread

11. What characteristics do you despise? lying, hypocrisy, evil

12. Favorite item of clothing? pjs, esp. my new cherry pjs from Target's clearance rack - 12 bucks

13. If you could go anywhere in the world for a vacation, where would you go? Camden, Maine

14. What color is your bathroom? a crazy mix of florals - nope, not wallpaper. A mural of sorts the previous owner painted. I usually love it.

15. Favorite brand of clothing? Eddie Bauer

16. Where would you retire? Roanoke, Va.

17. Most memorable birthday? my 38th at school when a parent brought me my favorite breakfast of REAL oatmeal, the slow-cooked kind, and a humongous cake and my class sang and did the congo line around the room

18. Favorite Sport to watch? golf

19. Furthest place you are sending this? blogger.com

22. Favorite saying? holy moley

23. When is your birthday? 9/29

24. Are you a morning person or a night person? night person. though I don't get to stay up late anymore.

25. What is your shoe size? 7

26. Pets? Emma The Dog

27. What did you want to be when you were little? architect

28. What are you today? wife, mom, teacher

29. What is your favorite candy? chocolate covered anything

30. What is your favorite flower? daisies

31. What is a day on the calendar you are looking forward to? Saturdays - sleep in

32. What church/synagogue do you attend? Christ Church (orthodox Episcopal)

33. What are you listening to right now quiet: something on moonshine stills on History Channel. Ever had strawberry damson's???

34. What was the last thing you ate? bbq chicken wrap from Red Robin

35. Do you wish on stars? no

36. Do you believe in Angels? yep

37. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? Yellow or periwinkle

38. What is your pet peeve? those cards in magazines that fall out as you flip the pages, tufts of Emma The Dog hair on my bed, spam

39. Last person you spoke to on the phone? my friend Carri

40. Do you like the person who sent this to you? yep, wish I could see her more often. Almost visited the area this weekend, but too much going on here. :(

41. Favorite soft drink? diet Pepsi

I did it. I drove to Richmond, Va., and back. Just me and the boys. While Curt was at his leadership training with the Boy Scouts, Camden, Benjy and I made the 6+ hour trip to Richmond for my cousin's wedding. I had been overly anxious about it for weeks, dreading the drive and the stress of planning a trip virtually alone. I had let it slip to Camden that I was nervous about it, and he promised he'd pray for me. His teacher said he'd asked her to pray as well. :) Sweet kid.

Well, by the time I'd come home from school on Friday, I was calm and relaxed. I had a real peace about the trip. And before we hit the road, I pulled out my book of scripture by Joyce Mayer - scripture to speak over any situation. I turned to the chapter on "confidence" and read out loud each scripture on the page. The boys at patiently in the back, listening. Camden, I do believe, appreciated this new little ritual. I believe he's really understanding the power of prayer.

The most amazing thing happened on this drive. As we headed down I-95 in bumper-to-bumper traffic, I knew I needed some spiritual uplifting, so I ejected Counting Crows from the CD player and popped in Wow Worship. (Really, that's the name of it. hehehe) The praise and worship tunes really set my mind at ease in the heavy traffic. And I KNOW beyond a shadow of a doubt that my van was surrounded by angels. I felt totally safe. Totally kept. Wow. It was really cool.

Here are some pix of our trip - all taken on the night of Tonya's wedding to Jeff. I must add that she was the most beautiful bride I've ever seen. Just like a princess. I cannot even express how much it meant to me that we made this trip. Not only to meet Tonya's husband, but also to see family for something other than a funeral. A short trip it was, but a blessed time.

Just a few pix.

I haven't bothered to take many photos since, oh, around July.
Here's a few from the past couple of weeks.

I'm a bad blogger.
I've said it before, I know. But I really, really mean it this time.
Bad.
Bad.
Bad.
But happy!
Tomorrow's my 39th birthday. I felt like a princess today at school. (Perhaps a matronly princess, not quite queenly.) As with all birthdays in my tiny Christian school, our administrator announced, "We have a birthday today!" at our school opening. Of course I was expecting this. We celebrate every single birthday and half birthday for the summer folks. We always do this after our pledges to the American flag, the Christian flag and the Bible. We do this after we've sung a patriotic tune and prayed. What I wasn't expecting was the din of clapping and whooping and hollering that echoed in the gym. As I walked up to the front, I felt such love. I hugged my dear friend as she handed me the card. I could feel my heart swelling with joy. Then the birthday ritual began, the great singing of the Happy Birthday song with a few Wooooos tossed in for good measure. My own personal second grader, Camden, was the loudest, out-singing everybody. Still, I could even hear the ultra cool seventh graders singing to me. Me! And to think I was terrified of the big kids when I arrived here a year ago.

God has blessed me beyond my wildest dreams here at this school, in his ministry. A few years ago I thought I'd never teach again. Too much No Child Left Behind (No Child Gets Ahead). Too many days spent practicing for tests. Too many bubbles to fill in. Too many statistics. Not enough time spent learning how to read and write and think. Not enough focus on what children need to learn. Not enough faith that we could do it for the right reasons. Not enough support.

I've come to realize that God has blessed me with a gift for teaching young children. I may not have all the answers, but I know how to find them. I know where to go to read the latest research on teaching reading and writing, developing number sense, drawing and singing and playing and being a 6-year-old in this big wide world. And today God patted me on the back with the voices of these children and their teachers. He reaffirmed my life's work. I am a teacher. I make a difference. I am where I belong. And daggonit, even the 7th graders like me.

I remember where I was 6 years ago today when I first heard about the terrorist attack on the World Trade Center.
Mrs. Casey pulled me out into the hall from my suburban middle class 2nd grade classroom. She quietly let me know that a plane had just crashed into the World Trade Center. They didn't know why. They didn't know anything else, but that the crisis team was letting teachers know. "Don't tell the children," she said.

After I dropped the kids off for lunch an hour or so later, I met the other teachers in the lounge where a TV had been plugged in and tuned to NBC's Today Show. We sat dumbfounded. The art teacher was crying. The other second grade teachers were in shock, eyes glued to the TV. Before long, most in the classroom-turned-staff room were in tears. Then, our lunch period over, we dried our eyes, put a smile on, and retrieved our classes. We acted like nothing had happened. Some parents arrived to pick their children up early that day, and we allowed them to go. We sent the rest of the students home in a perfectly normal dismissal. Then we quietly packed up our things and made our own way home to our own children, husbands, families.

The sky was a clear, bold blues blue - a perfect late summer day with low humidity and puffy clouds. Nothing appeared wrong in the heavens. Then, as CNN played for hours on end, we gradually learned that, indeed, everything was wrong.

Now, 6 years later, OBL is still alive, threatening America and Christianity. I don't have a clue if the war is the right thing or the wrong move. I don't have any answers. I don't even know who to vote for to find the right answers. All I have is prayer. And so I pray to God for wisdom, strength, courage and a holy boldness for America. We will never forget.

The Steelers beat the Brownies tonight 34 to 7. Cool, huh?


Of course, I didn't see the game. Instead, I've been home with two sick youngins while Curt played Bear Scout at the local Scout Reservation Camp Conestego this weekend. He had a blast. I had a quiet weekend running to the pharmacy to get antibiotics and praying I don't wind up with strep throat like them. I felt sorry for them, too. Especially in the middle of the night when Benjy awoke in tears whenever he coughed and when Camden spiked his fever and could barely walk. Pitiful things. They're so strangely still and quiet when they're sick. So unlike the rambunctious boys they typically are.


So, instead of watching the Steelers and eating Curt's homemade chili, I made beer meatballs and beer bread and watched Sprout all day. Our favorite: Jakers. Those sheep are a trip. And, yes, the beer flavored the meatballs and bread but completely burned off the alcohol. So, nobody was flying around this house tonight. :)

Blog?
What's a blog?
Since I read Harry Potter and the Ghostly Hallows, I haven't blogged. I've read plenty... Reading With Meaning, About the Authors, Growing Readers, First Grade Writers (all school literacy books for teachers - no surprise there). I've also managed to read some Lee Child crime fiction novels and more magazines about country primitive decor and scrapbooking than I can count. So, let it be known that I've been a bit busy. Yes, that's the ticket. But, I haven't even considered blogging. Until now.

Kristen emailed to ask if I'd fallen off the earth. Mom wants to know what's happened to the blog. That's it. I don't think anybody else reads me. But hey, 2 for 2 is not bad. So, the blog is back. For now. :)

School has been back in session for 2 weeks. And, naturally, I had to call in a sub today because Benjy has a croupy cough. He's on a steroid now that he refuses to take. HOW IN THE WORLD DO YOU GET YOUR CHILD TO TAKE MEDICINE HE REFUSES TO TAKE??? Benjy's gag reflex is so strong that he can throw up anything within a minute of ingesting it. And though we tried to coax his medicine down his throat, he ran to the trash can and spit it out, then gagged out everything else. Yuck. I'm calling the dr. tomorrow to ask for advice. Benjy's one tough cookie. And he's going to school tomorrow as far as I know.

I took this pic at the Colonial Arts and Crafts Festival last weekend. The boys were enjoying some fresh-squeezed lemonade and a funnel cake (yum!!!) in 90 degree temps. Aren't they so cute?!

Camden's first Boy Scout summer camp was "SWEET AWESOME" in the words of my Cub.
He and Curt spend the weekend camping, hiking, fishing, boating, swimming, shooting, eating, crafting, learning, and sleeping. I'm sure I've left out something, but that seems to be the jist of it. On top of all that, Camden picked up a bit of respect. Imagine that.

On Sunday night we were invited to the family dinner and closing campfire ceremony. Camden and Benjy raced to hug each other when we got there, and then Camden walked his little brother around the campfire ring and nature shelter, telling him softly of all the cool things he did. It was sweet. For all the racket these two make when they're NOT getting along, they sure do love each other.

I had this theory growing up with my sister Michelle: siblings fight sometimes. Mom always insisted that if she'd had a sister growing up, she never would have fought with her. She liked to say this when she was sick and tired of listening to us bicker. Michelle and I loved each other, but we could disagree heatedly and often. Still, we were solid, paired as sisters and friends for life. I told Mom that if she'd had a sister growing up, she would have fussed with her because that's what sisters do!!! Now that I see this in my boys, I know it's true. I guess you can't be that close without a degree of "I'm right and you're not...It's mine and not yours...You're a big baby!" Then, always, in the next breath, we were best pals again, spreading our Barbie dolls across the room, using library books to make giant mansions for them to play in. This lasted a good while until one of us would tease, "My Barbie is better than yours."

You know the rest.

I may not be able to take a permanent vacation, but this picture will do until next year.

10 favorite things about my three day trip to the beach in no particular order:

1. A Thousand Splendid Suns - I couldn’t get my nose out of this book. And so I finished it in three days!
2. My iPod - and my favorite tunes at the end of my earphones
3. Jodie - catching up shouldn’t be so much fun!
4. Evelyn’s salsa - recipe to come
5. Hushpuppies - really good hushpuppies. Melt in your mouth gooooood
6. Old friends - nobody’s really changed. Just the stories and situations. But friends are still friends. Again, catching up is the best part.
7. Naps
8. Phone calls home - nothing makes you miss family like being away.
9. A new purse - Life IS Good!
10. Sudoku - completing four puzzles without cheating.

Oh yeah, and number 11 - outdoor showers!

At this time Sunday night I'll be on my all-girls vacation in Holden Beach.
Ahhhhh.
Poetry.






































I'll take lots of pictures
of my friends that I've
missed
terribly
since we moved from
Virginia in 2003.
I'll take a shot of my newly
manicured toes on the
sandy beach.
I'll sleep in and go to
bed when I
please.
I'll eat
fried balogna sandwiches on
WHITE bread.
With lots of
pepper and
tomatoes from farmer stands on the
side of the road.
I'll finish reading the first book in
The Yada Yada Prayer Book series.
I'll start the new book
A Thousand Splendid Suns.
I hope I finish it in
3 days.
I'll pump my tunes through my
iPod.
I'll take
outdoor showers.
I'll promise not to
double dip
Evelyn's salsa.
And I won't.
I'll use
sunscreen, buy
T-shirts, swim in the
surf, learn a new
song, do a
load of laundry
(because I just can't stand
dirty clothes).
I'll laugh till I hurts.
I'll eat hushpuppies
dripping with grease.
I'll thank God for the
blessing
of
friends.
And I'll miss my
boys.
But I'll buy them each a
cool
T
shirt.

I used to be the kind of mom who swore her children would never play with guns.
Or watch Sponge Bob.
Or make farting noises with their hands under their armpits.
I was so sure my children would not grow up to be so devilishly boyish.
And if not for the sheer joy of motherhood, I would have won.
Now, they play with water guns, nerf guns, storm trooper guns.
They play with pirate swords and light sabers.
They watch Sponge Bob the movie, the TV show, and rerun after rerun after rerun of recorded episodes.
And they make farting noises with their hands under their armpits.
I don't think they've turned out quite so bad, though.
They are cute.
Devilishly cute.
And they are nice.
They love God, Jesus, and let us not forget Mary, as Benjy reminds me every night in his prayers.
They care about the earth and about science and about doggies and minnows and bunny rabbits and birds.
They're boys through and through.
Right down to their Underoos, running around the backyard stalking imaginary bad guys and stopping here and yonder to take a sip from their guns.

This is our new Karate for Kids member. Camden tested last night, performing his 17-step form with no help. He nailed his jumps, his pressed uniform made crisp popping sounds with every strike and kick, and he ended standing straight and tall, proud and obviously pleased. Camden and two other Tiny Tigers were promoted and it was a big, big deal. :) Nothing could have hidden the excitement on Camden's face when he was called to stand up and receive the promotion. He raised his hand for permission to speak and then blurted out, "And Karate for Kids gets to get the biggest ATA bag there is!!! My dad already has one for me!!!!!" All eyes fell on a very blushing Curt, whose attempt at bribing his son to practice his form to perfection was outed in front everyone. Well, we call it "behavior modification" around here. Whatever the name, at least it works.

I took nearly 70 pictures tonight of US on the back porch, the quintessential summertime family evening. Here's nine of my favorite shots. (Isn't Emma just wonderfully adorable in this shot of her?!)

Major storms blew through here tonight while we were out to dinner. We went to my favorite local restaurant, the Red Star Brewery where the seared sesame tuna makes my tummy do backflips of happiness. Anyway, we were there when the radio played its beeeeeep beeeeeeep beeeeeeeeeeeeeeep emergency warnings alerting us to the pending doom. The boys and I walked over to the window to watch as the winds blew over potted trees and the waiters ran around frantically scooping up the cushions from the patio chairs just outside the main entrance. Then the lightening began to dance around the city and the thunder rumbled overhead. The lights flickered only a couple of times, but we were safe and sound, happy in the promise of good food.

Camden sat in sophisticated silence as he munched on his pizza. (Yes, I just said that.)Benjy talked the ENTIRE time he was eating his chicken fingers, having a grand conversation with his 11 Star Wars guys that he brought with him in a red plastic cup. These two were total opposites tonight. Camden was so excited to go to this restaurant. He calls it the Train Station because that's what it is - a partially converted train station where Amtrak still picks up passengers and drops them off twice a day. This is Camden's version of a "fancy" restaurant. Nevermind the relaxed, casual elegance and homebrewed beer inside. This wannabe for president of the United States took a bubble bath and put on his amazingly handsome blue oxford shirt with his clip on presidential tie and khaki pants and he was ready. He looked just like Alex P. Keaton from Family Ties.

In contrast was Benjy, a smiley face shirt about three sizes too large and camo shorts from Target paired with his green Crocks. A little ragamuffin who might at best hope to sleep on the White House lawn one day. It wasn't until they were nearly finished with their hot fudge sundaes from McDonald's an hour later that these two actually resembled each other. Ice cream dripped down Camden's tie and shirt. Hot fudge was smeared all around Benjy's mouth and his yellow smileys had a patina of chocolate. They both giggled and pretended to fight half of the way home. They playfully poked at each other, pinched each other, tickled each other, stuck their feet in one another's faces. And still they laughed and and sang and howled. All Curt and I could do was crack up at their silliness, the utter UNpresidentialness of it all. Someday when my son's president and I'm staying over at the White House, I'll have to remember these days. Now, I'm wondering which one will actually be presidential material.

The hookie dookies are a little two-person acrobatic trick my sister and two friends and I came up with when we were kids. One person lies on her back, legs straight up in the air at a 90 degree angle to the floor. Another person lies on the person's feet facing the floor so that the feet are on their tummy. Is that clear as Mississippi mud cake? Not terribly original, I know, but a fun little way to pass the time when you're around 7 years old.

Well, the hookie dookies were hands-down our favorite thing to do next to disco dancing to the funky beat of the Bee Gees and KC and the Sunshine Band. The best place to do them was in Kim and Karen's basement on the orange shag carpet right beside the hobby horse. It was always better to be on top, sort of like soaring atop an amusement park ride at the county fair but cheaper and only a tad less thrilling. Somehow, decades after Kim and Karen moved away and Michelle and I grew up, I have never forgotten the hookie dookies. (Nor the bootie bill for that matter, but that's another story for another time.)

Camden spent his toddlerhood climbing up on our feet for hookie dookies, pretending to be an airplane or Buzz Lightyear. Benjy does it now. Only he isn't satisfied with mere jets. His solid little 40-pound frame sits propped on my feet like a mini Hindenburg. He holds my hands until he's ready to let go, then he thrusts his hands straight out to his sides and then quickly grabs for my hands again. In all, he's perched on my feet hands-free for maybe 3 seconds tops. This is the essence of the hookie dookies, but it's not the highlight for him. It's what comes next. "Mom, do the snow walker!!!" Here, I have to add a new step to the basic hookie dookie - I have to somehow move my feet back and forth with his tummy balanced on them while moving my hands back and forth. I look like a beached snow walker on its back with its back legs tied together. Benjy is howling at this point, oblivious to the awkwardness of this ordeal. He's deleriously happy playing snow walker. He's Luke Skywalker. He's got the force, Man!

And that's the magic of the hookie dookies, I suppose. They're kinda timeless.

My summer vacation has begun.
Now, to start on my things to do list:
* Reread The Art of Teaching Writing by Lucy Calkins
* Be a better observer of life and take pictures of the cool things I observe
* Start a journal, not just here, but a real paper journal with room for doodles, art, painting, and sketches
* Finish my rag rug for the bathroom
* Make a rag quilt from Benjy and Camden's flannel baby blankets
* Scrapbook again
* Paint and collage a few canvases - no idea what of, but it's just so much fun

OK, that's it for now. Wonder how much I can get done tomorrow......

Memorial Day, 2007
Camden: Can we go to a cemetery today to put a flag on a soldier's grave?
Curt: Sure.
Camden: OK. Let's go now.

What I have learned in first grade:

Today is our last day of school, the last day of my first year at my Christian school with 12 first graders. I had a wonderful year. And it had so very little to do with school stuff. Instead, if was God stuff.

* I learned that if I keep my eyes on God, then I will know what to do in my classroom.
* I learned that God has gifted me with the ability to teach, and that I am using that gift in my school for Him.
* I learned that the better we are at using God's gifts, the more the enemy wants to squish us like bugs.
And that's exactly what could have happened this week. But we were so in tune with God and his blessings. We never gave the enemy a chance to slip in and take our focus away from God's work. We met every challenge with God's word, praised him even when we were beginning to feel weary, and rested in the peace of knowing whose magnificent side we were on.
* I learned that even when life hands you letters such as the nasty one handed to me this morning by a former parent, God holds us up, gives us safety, and promises to be greater than this world. Not even this letter filled with hatred and bitterness can move me from where God has placed me.
* I learned that when I need Godly people around me, God puts them there. Mrs. K. and Mrs. M. were both right there today when I read this letter. They both reassured me that I am exactly where God wants me to be. And I know they are right. God has blessed me immensly with ALL of my sisters in Christ. He has placed me in this school and given me the ability to be a great teacher. I intend to live up to God's plan for my life. Thank you, Jesus, for your peace.
* Psalm 4 (New International Version)
1 Answer me when I call to you,
O my righteous God.
Give me relief from my distress;
be merciful to me and hear my prayer.

2 How long, O men, will you turn my glory into shame?
How long will you love delusions and seek false gods?
Selah

3 Know that the LORD has set apart the godly for himself;
the LORD will hear when I call to him.

4 In your anger do not sin;
when you are on your beds,
search your hearts and be silent.
Selah

5 Offer right sacrifices
and trust in the LORD.

6 Many are asking, "Who can show us any good?"
Let the light of your face shine upon us, O LORD.

7 You have filled my heart with greater joy
than when their grain and new wine abound.

8 I will lie down and sleep in peace,
for you alone, O LORD,
make me dwell in safety.